Room 502, Saturday Afternoon
Romeo spent the hours around lunch fighting with the washing machines. Rather proud of himself for only turning half the whites gray -- and for having the patience to keep from tugging the sodden clothes out of the dryer too early -- he carried the laundry bag of clean clothes up to his room, dumped it at the foot of his bed, and called it good before turning on his laptop.
From: Romeo.Montague@fandomhigh.edu
To: tmontague@montagueholdings.com
Subject: An Update
Dearest Father,
Good e'en! I wished you to know things are less dire here than they may have seemed when last we spoke, though my purse is still empty.
I entered parenthood last week -- but, fear not, only with an egg. We found a capable nurse, who brought the false babe to visit me at work. The other students seem quite different from us, but still I am finding some companions.
My classes too go well. And I have joined a firearms club, so that I might stay in practice should I one day return to Verona. *When* I return there.
How go things at home? Is Balthasar well?
Your son,
Romeo
The door was open.
[OOC: Oooooopen.]
From: Romeo.Montague@fandomhigh.edu
To: tmontague@montagueholdings.com
Subject: An Update
Dearest Father,
Good e'en! I wished you to know things are less dire here than they may have seemed when last we spoke, though my purse is still empty.
I entered parenthood last week -- but, fear not, only with an egg. We found a capable nurse, who brought the false babe to visit me at work. The other students seem quite different from us, but still I am finding some companions.
My classes too go well. And I have joined a firearms club, so that I might stay in practice should I one day return to Verona. *When* I return there.
How go things at home? Is Balthasar well?
Your son,
Romeo
The door was open.
[OOC: Oooooopen.]